You Have... The Werewolf (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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A/n: This chapter contains nudity and sexual content. You have been warned! 

Hermione tried to pull away from Fenrir, who kept his grip around her waist and dragged her throughout the woods. She wasn't prepared to actually be with him in that way. They barely knew each other, how could she be expected to embrace each other in that manner? It didn't take long till they reached the caves. Hermione felt her entire body freeze violently as they walked inside. It felt like an hour of walking in the cave till a bright light flickered into Hermione's view. 

Her eyes widened when she took in the sight around her. It was a large opening covered in tons of flowers and vines, almost making it something out of a fairy tale. The hot springs shimmered under the bright sunlight that seeped through the holes of the ceiling. Hermione felt Fenrir's grip release from her waist. She didn't think about it as she found herself making a dash towards the opening. Only, she was stopped by Fenrir's arm shooting out and pulling her back against his side. She felt him lower his face to her ear as he nip at it. She felt something inside her quiver, sensing Fenrir's strength just through his light nip. 

"Remove your clothes," Fenrir ordered her, slowly removing his arm again. Hermione shot her head up as she watched Fenrir was removing his own clothes from his body and tossing them to the side without even a bit of care. Her cheeks burned up from the sight of Fenrir's perfect naked, toned body. Fenrir peered over his shoulders as he narrowed his eyes. 

"Hermione take off your clothes," he growled at her. She shook her head. 

"I don't want to." She whispered. She listened to Fenrir's footsteps walking up behind her. She felt him grabbing hold of her shoulders, pulling at her clothes. 

"Hermione, you are going to want to take these off anyway. The heat will get the better of you and I'm not having you faint on me." Fenrir ordered her. Hermione blushed as she slowly removed her clothes. Once she was fully stripped, she turned to see Fenrir smirking down at her. His hand reached up as he ran it over her face, brushing some of her hair from her face. He licked his lips as he proceeded to pull her towards the springs. He entered before her then brought her into it afterward. The warmth of the hot spring rushed through Hermione's body, almost calming her. 

Fenrir sat her alongside the edge of the hot spring where she leaned against it. He sat beside her, leaning her against his side, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder, shutting her eyes while she was trying to enjoy the heat of the spring. She felt Fenrir's hands running over her body; traveling everywhere to touch every inch of her skin. She found herself humming under his touch. He started to pull her nipples as his other hand traveled down between her legs. His fingers rubbed between her pearl while dipping into her folds a couple of times. She tossed her head back as she moaned, her fingertips digging into his arm, while she began to buck against his hand. She couldn't help but feel this sudden need to enjoy herself underneath Fenrir's touch. 

He gently nipped and sucked on her neck, enjoying the pleasure they were feeling between each other. Finally, Hermione gasped, arching her back, as she found herself coming on his fingers. Fenrir then slowly released his hold on her when he felt her burying further into his side. He kissed her forehead as he allowed her to snooze against his side. He leaned his head back, smirking as he felt sure that he was going to win Hermione's favor.